Being a Bitch at Bertucci's
You know how sometimes you just don't feel like playing along? Like 99% of the time when someone you don't really know asks "How are you" you say "Great!" or if someone asks how your weekend was you say "Not long enough!" or what have you. You know, when someone asks you a question and you know you should just give your one word faux-answer and be done with it but suddently you just don't want to?
I had a moment like this recently.
At Bertucci's on Saturday night, celebrating a friend's birthday, I was carded when I ordered a glass of wine at the bar. I opened up my wallet and handed my ID over to the bartender and as I did this, an older woman sitting on my left asked me "Isn't that just the biggest compliment!?"
I looked at her, unsure if she was talking to me. "What do you mean?", I asked.
She replied "Being carded! I just love it. Nothing better".
What I should have said was "Oh yeah!" and went about my business but for some reason this woman thinking that I would be psyched someone thought I was under 21, like I was SO FAR PAST 21 that this kind of thing would really excite me, pissed me off. So I said "Oh, not really".
She pressed me "It makes you feel young though doesn't it? I mean it's the BEST FEELING in the WORLD!"
"Well, I don't really think I am old enough for it to matter to me either way". I didn't even say this to be bitchy but as I said it I realized it really kind of was.
"Well what are you? 21?
"No, 27"
With that she snorted, rolled her eyes at me and turned back around. I could tell I had offended her, but at the same time didn't really care.
I almost wanted to add "I'm sure when I am in my fifties and dying my hair a shade of red that doesn't exist in nature like you do, I WILL think it's a compliment though!" but instead I held my tongue and took my glass of wine.
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Good for you!
Bitchucci's perhaps? (o;
While I'm not 50 with an unnatural hair color, I have to confess that I do get a bit sad when I don't get carded. I'm sure I won't care one iota when I'm 40. However, right now I'm clinging to my last year of being a 20-something. I would prefer NOT to look like I've long since crossed the threshold. I'd like my age to still be in question for a while before I acknowledge I look beat-down and old-ish. LOL. But..."Best feeling in the world"? Um. Not really. Once you are past 50, honey - it's time to give up the fantasy.
ahaha I love Bitchtucci's. What about Bitchdouchii's? Maybe that's overkill. Anywho I think I am just jaded because my license picture looks not a whole lot like me and so I run into a lot of "Are you sure this is you?" drama when I get ID'd! And in general I think in your late twenties getting ID'd probably isnt as much of a thrill as it is when you are older.
Once I turned 30, I started thanking people who carded me.
Haha... priceless.
In light of her eye roll, I think you should have gone ahead and twisted the knife and with that last comment.
Ha, Bertucci's used to serve me when I was 18, 19. I'd stop sometimes on my way home from work and have a beer. Given, I was wearing a suit and trench coat and had horrible pinned-up granny hair and glasses. The b!tching I did was with the bartender - about taxes. But still.
On underestimates becoming a compliment with time ... dunno. Not that I'm =that= much older than you are, but when someone guessed my 9-yrs-younger sister was older, it didn't feel like a compliment: it felt like they were stupid.
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